prompt: use the words: indigo, tankard, dedication, mural and siderolite in one piece of writing
She fiddled with the telescope once more making sure that everything was just right, then sank back into the folds of the vinyl soccer mom chair that had accompanied her on so many of these expeditions.
She squirmed for a minute, adjusting the blanket around her legs, trying to find a comfortable position, but she knew one would not be found. You had to trade comfort for practicality she reasoned.
All that was left to do was wait for the sun to drop deeply below the horizon pulling with it a quickly darkening sky of indigos and blues.
Her dedication to succeeding as an astronomer was what drove her to brave the elements night after night and pushed her into most isolated areas where light pollution was minimal. Only there would the inky darkness be deep enough to provide the perfect backdrop for the astounding mural of bright burning gases.
The only thing missing was the tankard of beer Jason almost always brought with him on these late night observations. Jason Martin, fellow astronomer and childhood best friend.
Discovering a siderolite on a family camping trip at the ripe age of eight had set them both onto their career paths. Together they had spent the better part of their lives studying the mysteries of the universe and what secrets it would yield from what it allowed to drop from the heavens.
They had travelled across the globe, observing and gathering data, mapping the stars and extrapolating about what might be out there in the great beyond. Except now, he had found himself a woman and soon after that came a baby. Now his nights would be filled with late night feedings and diapers rather than tankards of ale and shooting stars. Alone in the dark she felt the immensity of the sky above her. For the first time she felt how small and insignificant she was and wondered if it was all worth it.
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